Mira Hasegawa Wants to Cheer up her Friend

Mira Hasegawa stands in front of him—long black hair falling over bare shoulders, small perfect tits out, tight jeans already unzipped. She watches his eyes. Knows he’s been sinking lower all afternoon. Tonight she’s fixing it. She drops to her knees on the cold floor, leans in, slides his cock out like it’s hers to claim. Tongue wet, slow circles first, teasing the head, then deeper till her lips meet her hand. He groans, hips jerk forward. She pulls off long enough to spit on it, then swallows him again, hollowing her cheeks, humming so the vibration runs straight through his spine. Her hand works the base in tight strokes while her mouth sucks hard and sloppy. Every time she gags it makes her eyes water, but she doesn’t stop. If anything she pushes farther, nose pressed to his stomach, throat flexing around the tip. She wants him to forget the day, wants him thinking only about her lips and the wet heat sucking him dry. Saliva runs down her chin onto her tits. She rubs it in with her free hand, flicking a nipple, moaning around his cock so he feels every sound. When his breathing breaks she doubles down—faster now, jaw aching, but the messier the better. She strokes him with both hands and mouths the head, tongue teasing the slit like she’s daring him to lose it. She pulls off, strings of spit connecting her lips to his shaft. “Come on,” she says, voice rough. “Give it to me.” Then she’s right back on him, sucking like she means to pull the bad day out through his cock. He grabs her hair. She lets him. Wants the grip, wants the thrust of his hips against her face until he finally lets go and fills her throat.